Well, I'm feeling tired for no reason, AND i didn't finish my homework yesterday. Why? Well, mom was bitchin at me again and so i didn't feel like doing homework anymore because of that. I tried, but my mind was just on other things now.

Anyway, school has been going a bit good, Cato showed me a cool game yesterday that is addicting, but I can't seem to find it at the moment. I wanna play it X3
http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html nevermind, found it XD

*goes off to play it.*

hi...
do you hope too? (:
i hope all the time...



Wanderers Silent Dream

It's really long and very very angry.
Anybody who reads through it gets my respect and my love ;;

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There are moments I want to dance with, all on their own, holding them tight as the whirl around in my memory. These are the days I want to have stretch out before me, filling tomorrow and all the days there'll ever be up to the brim. I know that days like this aren't every day -- but a stag can dream. Of days as the seasons turn, the worries of coming days still hanging on the horizons, when everything is peaceful and calm. Days when everyone is laughing. They have to have their best pieces savored, pressed close to the heart like a flower in a book, so that in years gone by they can be held up to the light and the veins can be seen, the scent fleetingly recalled.

Nevilly, Virgil and I, running deep into the birch woods, circling around ourselves -- We've forgotten all our purpose. We had been teasing one another, and the forest echoed with our laughter as we ran -- was I chasing Virgil, or was I chasing Nevilly, delighting in the sight of the two of them ahead of me? I can't say, I couldn't say. The forest whirls around us and changes texture as we go, from soft moss to hard clay, and Virgil is a streak before me, shifting color from tan to gold, gold to red, like a sunset. I'm chasing them, but I'm also just delighting in the utter freedom of that running, my head thrown back, taking a few strides beside that beautiful doe with the bright blue eyes before one of us turned away, laughing so hard my whole ribcage ached like my hurt was about to burst out.

And later: Nevilly and I have pinned poor Virgil into hiding in the great rock at the ruins. We’ve scented him out, and now I’ve caught them both. Nevilly gives me a mischievous smirk, and we sit directly above him. We sicken him, the two of us – Because as we sit, I’m running my lips on the edges of her ears, nuzzling her between words, and I’m going all out, calling her sweet and sappy names, like a fool.